[center][h3][color=#d40b0b]Zephyr Heidrich[/color][/h3]
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[b]That morning - Just before daybreak[/b]

His sleep was of a more comfortable quality as opposed to his usual state of affairs. Granted it was the first time in a while his room had been so… empty. Used to sharing it with the two other individuals whom he had yet to touch base with, he found the midnight quiet strangely unsettling. After Sei ascertained Zephyr’s living arrangements, the boy wasn’t surprised when he found out that he would be the only denizen of his room. As expected, the academy was scrupulous. Safety precautions were of the utmost importance, and the young student was a liable variable, an unknown. He wasn't vexed by this case, after all they had yet to gauge his control over his element.

Better safe than sorry he told himself. He could at least be content with that.

The boy breathed in sync with the music playing through his headphones. Breathe in, and then breathe out. Sporting a track suit, Zephyr was in the midst of his morning jog. It was as much of a daily practice as it was a timekiller. Just something to kick off the day with while simultaneously exploring the campus. But as soon as he had submitted that application to this institution, he couldn’t help but to admit that he was edging to begin the process here. And now that the student had set it into motion, bliss truly knew no better definition than this.

It was the academy’s altitude that was the primary alluring characteristic. With a quick glance up to the sky above, it would seem that the stars were only but a mere hop, skip and a jump away. As if he could reach out and capture one of the beacons of light in his hand and hold it close, destined to never let go. Scary thing is, the sky only displayed the past. For all he knew, those orbs of burning hydrogen placed in the sky could have long collapsed on themselves. All he saw now were anecdotes of the universe’s history. 

But there was another perk to jogging at this hour.

The sky itself.

A vibrant amalgamation of wild hues arranged in a seemingly haphazard fashion. Yet disorder had with it its own degree of beauty. The boy stopped in his tracks along the concrete walkway to digest the view. Impassive eyes stared up to the contrastingly lively skybox, almost envious of the polychromatic panorama. His gaze lingered, utterly captivated by the sight. For a moment, he believed the stars had abruptly descended to his level as bulbs of light closed the distance. Zephyr soon realized that they were none other than fireflies. They leisurely flew through the air, completely indifferent to the world around them, much like the very boy fixated on them. Their purpose was to serve as bastions in the night, and worked well into the early hours.

As clouds of heated breath mixed with chilled air, Zephyr could only watch in silence, absorbed by the spectacle.

There was no way twenty-one grams could contain all of the condensed feelings generated from the wonders manifested in this world. Duncan MacDougall’s theory truly was unfounded, but still interested the ever-inquisitive mind of Zephyr Heidrich. In addition, a question had remained in his chest all this time, in place of his inability to express himself.

[center][color=#d40b0b][i]”What was Campanella’s final wish?”[/i][/color][/center]
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[b]Lunch break[/b]

Well, attending classes for the first time in years was an arduous task in itself. The boy had compensated for the lack of schooling in his life by educating himself. Over the years he would set aside funds to purchase textbooks pertaining to his age, yet another display of his independence. But what he didn’t know was how painfully boring sitting in a desk listening to a teacher droll on truly was. Guess that was the authentic academy life. Truth was, Zephyr couldn’t have been more thrilled to finally indulge in such an activity. Since the academy stood close to a curriculum based mostly on element control, it wasn’t a surprise he found himself in the ground floor course next. As expected, his efforts bore no fruit whatsoever. The Darkness user was only able to effectively manipulate the element intertwined with his birthright. If he attempted to wield any other, it would lash out or downright reject him. The next few years would surely prove to be difficult with the teaching of the umbral element outlawed. But through perseverance he would be able to make the trek. Zephyr was dead set on his goal.

The student was currently residing in the courtyard, under the shelter of the tree he was leaning against. Taking respite in the natural serenity, the boy popped open the same manga from yesterday and pacified his craving for the written word. And godlike artwork. He sat there, his existence barely noticeable yet out of place. The tie around his neck still felt just as constricting as it did the day prior.